Tag: travel adventures
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Day Thirty-Three
My going-out and socializing streak continues. Karaoke on Friday, Scott Base on Saturday, a Women of Winter get together on Sunday, and tonight which is Monday, Open Mic night. I know it’s been good for me, too. Keeps me out of my head, which is always a good thing. The Women of Winter gathering was…
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Day Thirty-Two
I’ve shared a few reasons I decided to come down here over the past month. There are a handful, including the adventure of it all. Checking off another continent of course and doing it in a way that I am making money as well. Not just passing through on a vacation, but really getting to…
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Day Thirty
When I set out to create this blog, I thought I’d string together one-hundred posts, make them relevant to each other from one day to the next and by the end of the one-hundred days, I would have a book. That is proving to not be the case. I started to realize early on what…
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Day Twenty-Nine
My coveted day off, woo-hoo. Shortly after I woke up this morning, the phone in my room rang. It was our Food Services Supervisor, Drew. He said he thought he had my keys and then described the keychain, yep, he had my keys. I said, oh no–that’s not good, my keys unlock the store and…
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Day Twenty-Eight
After all that talk of mid-winter yesterday, I arrived at work today to a message in my inbox and the subject line was mid-winter dinner. The message was from my friend, Ed, over at Scott Base. Scott Base is the Antarctic home of our Kiwi neighbors. The message was an invitation to be Ed’s plus…
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Day Twenty-Seven
As I sat down to write this, I realized tomorrow is my Friday and shook my head in disbelief at how quickly the week went by. The summer did not go by anywhere near as quickly as the winter season is going by. I know I’ve said that before, but it is worth noting again…
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Day Twenty-Four
Tonight we enjoyed Stall-a-Palooza. From 8PM until 11PM, I cranked out poem after poem at my Bad Poetry stall. I barely looked up. It’s almost midnight now and I am spent. I’ll share more about Stall-a-Palooza soon, but now I must sleep. For three hours she wrote Poem after poem. Good ones and bad ones.…
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Day Twenty-Two
Every other week on Wednesdays, we have trivia night at Gallagher’s, the station pub. This is something I look forward to and enjoy, though I am not always the best contributor. That said, our team is pretty dang good and there has only been one evening when we did not leave with the trophy. The…
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Day Twenty-One
After a doozy of a couple days, today was a pretty good day. I had deja vu typing that. I feel like I am up-down, up-down constantly down here lately and it’s kind of exhausting, but I got a good night’s sleep last night and slept in a bit this morning, too. Enough sleep always…
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Day Nineteen
That feeling of wanting to belong has been present ever since I got to Christchurch back in October. It makes sense; new job, new coworkers, new home, new friends, new everything. In some ways, many ways, when I got sober almost six years ago, I had to learn how to live all over again. And…
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